Monday, May 29, 2006


In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army

IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Today, let us remember those who have given the last full measure of their lives in service to this nation we are so blessed to call our home. So many brave young men and women who on some distant shore or even here on our countries soil fell to see their homes and familes no more. We should never forget their sacrifces nor should we forget their memory, even if if we do not know who they were, for many never did come home, some are buried on distant shores marking their resting place, but other are buried where we know not, where they may never be found and some came home unknown, with no way of contacting their families for burials. I admire those who even today are joining the armed forces, even in a time of hostilities they answer the call. God Bless them and God Bless Us All.

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